The stillness was impressive; from the sands came a dull and distant moan of surf; the dim strains of a concertina threaded the hush3 which seemed to dwell like something material upon the black, vague shape of a large brig almost directly abreast4 of us. We were waiting for the hour of midnight to strike and our ears were strained.
"What noise is that?" I exclaimed.
"The dip of sweeps, sir," answered my captain, Aaron Caudel; "some smack5 a-coming along—ay, there she is," and he shadowily pointed6 to a dark, square heap betwixt the piers7, softly approaching to the impulse of her long oars8, the rhythmic9 grind of which in the thole-pins made a strange, wild ocean music of the far-off roar of the surf, and the sob10 of water alongside, and the delicate wash of the tide in the green piles and timbers of the two long, narrow, quaint11 old piers.
"How is your pluck now, Caudel?" said I in a low voice, sending a glance up at the dark edge of the harbour-wall above us, where stood the motionless figure of a douanier, with a button or two of his uniform faintly glimmering12 to the gleam of a lamp near him.
"Right for the job, sir—right as your honour could desire it. There's but one consideration which ain't like a feeling of sartinty—and that I must say consarns the dawg."
"Ain't there plenty of grass, sir?" said he.
"I hope so; but a fathom14 of gravel15 will so crunch16 under those hoofs17 of yours that the very dead buried beneath might turn in their coffins—let alone a live dog wide awake from the end of his beastly cold snout to the tip of his tail. Does the ladder chafe18 you?"
"No, sir. Makes me feel a bit asthmatic-like, and if them duniers get a sight of me they'll reckon I've visited the Continent to make a show of myself," he exclaimed, with a low, deep-sea laugh, whilst he spread his hands upon his breast, around which, under cover of a large, loose, long pea-coat, he had coiled a length of rope-ladder with two iron hooks at one end of it, which made a hump under either shoulder-blade. There was no other way, however, of conveying the ladder ashore19. In the hand it would instantly have challenged attention, and a bag would have been equally an object of curiosity to the two or three Custom-House phantoms20 flitting about in triangular-shaped trousers and shako-like headgear.
"There goes midnight, sir!" cried Caudel.
As I listened to the chimes a sudden fit of excitement set me trembling.
"Are ye there, Job?" called my captain.
"Ay, sir," responded a voice from the bows of the yacht.
"Jim?"
"Here, sir," answered a second voice out of the darkness forward.
"Dick?"
"Here, sir."
"Bobby?"
"Here, sir," responded the squeaky note of a boy.
I looked up; the figure of the douanier had vanished. The three men and the boy came sneaking22 out of the yacht's head.
"Now, what ye've got to do," said Caudel, "is to keep awake. You'll see all ready for hoisting24 and gitting away the hinstant Mr. Barclay and me arrives aboard. You onderstand that?"
"It's good English, cap'n," said one of the sailors.
"No skylarking, mind. You're a listening, Bobby?"
"Ay, sir."
"You'll just go quietly to work and see all clear, and then tarn25 to and loaf about in the shadows. Now, Mr. Barclay, sir, if you're ready, I am."
"Have you the little bull's-eye in your pocket?" said I.
He felt and answered, "Yes."
"Matches?"
"Two boxes."
"Stop a minute," said I, and I descended26 into the cabin to read my darling's letter for the last time, that I might make sure of all details of our romantic plot, ere embarking28 on as hare-brained an adventure as was ever attempted by a lover and his sweetheart.
The cabin lamp burned brightly. I see the little interior now and myself standing29 upright under the skylight, which found me room for my stature30, for I was six feet high. The night-shadow came black against the glass, and made a mirror of each pane31. My heart was beating fast, and my hands trembled as I held my sweetheart's letter to the light. I had read it twenty times before—you might have known that by the creases32 in it and the frayed33 edges, as though, forsooth, it had been a love-letter fifty years old—but my nervous excitement obliged me to go through it once more for the last time, as I have said, to make sure.
The handwriting was girlish—how could it be otherwise, seeing that the sweet writer was not yet eighteen? The letter consisted of four sheets, and on one of them was very cleverly drawn34, in pen and ink, a tall, long, narrow, old-fashioned château, with some shrubbery in front of it, a short length of wall, then a tall hedge with an arrow pointing at it, under which was written, "HERE IS THE HOLE." Under another arrow indicating a big, square door to the right of the house, where a second short length of wall was sketched35 in, were written the words, "HERE IS THE DOG." Other arrows—quite a flight of them, indeed, causing the sketch36 to resemble a weather-chart—pointed to windows, doors, a little balcony, and so forth37, and against them were written, "MAM'SELLE'S ROOM," "THE GERMAN GOVERNESS'S ROOM," "FOUR GIRLS SLEEP HERE,"—with other hints of a like kind.
I carefully read the letter. Suppose the ladder which Caudel had wound around his broad breast should prove too short? No! the height from the balcony to the ground was exactly ten feet. She had measured it herself, and that there might be no error, had enclosed me the length of pack-thread with which—with a little weight at the end of it—she had plumbed38 the trifling39 distance. She hoped it would be a fine night. If there should be thunder I must not come. She would rather die than leave the house in a thunderstorm. Neither must I come if the sea was rough. She was acting40 very wrongly—why did she love me so?—why was I so impatient? Could I not wait until she was twenty-one? Then she would be of age and her own mistress: three years and a month or two would soon pass, and, meanwhile, our love for each other would be growing deeper and deeper—at least hers would. She could not answer for mine. She was content to have faith.
All this was very much underlined, and here and there was a little smudge as though she had dropped a tear.
But she had plucked up as she drew towards the close of her letter, and, mere41 child as she was, there was a quality of decision in her final sentence which satisfied me that she would not fail me when the moment came. I put the letter in my pocket and went on deck.
"Where are you, Caudel?"
"Here, sir," cried a shadow in the starboard gangway.
"Let us start," said I; "there is half-an-hour's walk before us, and though the agreed time is one, there is a great deal to be done when we arrive."
"I've been a-thinking, Mr. Barclay," he exclaimed, "that the young lady'll never be able to get aboard this yacht by that there up and down ladder," meaning the perpendicular42 steps affixed43 to the harbour wall.
"No!" cried I, needlessly startled by an insignificant44 oversight45 on the very threshold of the project.
"The boat," he continued, "had better be in waiting at them stairs, just past the smack, astarn of us there."
"Give the necessary orders," said I.
He did so swiftly, bidding two of the men to be at the stairs by one o'clock, the others to have the port gangway unshipped that we might step aboard in a moment, along with sails loosed and gear all seen to, ready for a prompt start. We then ascended46 the ladder and gained the top of the quay47.
A douanier stood at a little distance. As we rose over the edge of the wall he approached, and by the aid of the lamp burning strongly close at hand, he recognised us as persons who had been coming and going throughout the day. Caudel called out "Bong swore," and moved off that his bulky frame might not be visible. The man in a civil voice asked in French if we had any fire-arms on us.
"No, no," I responded, "we are going to fetch a friend who has consented to take a little cruise with us. The tide is making, and we hope to be under way before two o'clock."
"You English love the sea," said he, good-naturedly; "all hours of the day and night are the same to you. For my part, give me my bed at night."
"Here is something to furnish you with a pleasant dream when you get to bed," said I, giving him a franc. "When are you off duty?"
"I am here till four o'clock," he answered.
"Good," said I, and carelessly strolled after the portly figure of my captain.
We said little until we had cleared the Rue48 de l'Ecu and were marching up the broad Grande Rue, with the church of St. Nicholas soaring in a dusky mass out of the market-place, and the few lights of the wide, main street rising in fitful twinklings to the shadow of the rampart walls. A mounted gendarme49 passed; the stroke of his horse's hoofs sounded hollow in the broad thoroughfare and accentuated50 the deserted51 appearance of the street. Here and there a light showed in a window; from a distance came a noise of chorusing: a number of fellows, no doubt, arm-in-arm, singing "Mourir pour la Patrie," to the inspiration of several glasses of sugar and water.
"I sha'n't be sorry when we're there," said Caudel. "This here ladder makes my coat feel a terrible tight fit. I suppose it'll be the first job of the sort ye was ever engaged in, sir?"
"The first," said I, "and the last too, believe me. It is nervous work. I would rather have to deal with an armed burglar than with an elopement. I wish the business was ended, and we were heading for Penzance."
"And I don't suppose the young lady feels extray comfortable, either," he exclaimed. "Let me see: I've got to be right in my latitude53 and longitude54, or we shall be finding ourselves ashore. It's for us to make the signal, ain't it, sir?"
"Yes," said I, puffing55, for the road was steep and we were walking rapidly; "first of all you'll have to prepare the ladder. You haven't forgotten the rungs, I hope?" referring to three brass56 pieces to keep the ropes extended, contrivances which had been made to my order, resembling stair rods with forks and an arrangement of screws by which they could be disconnected into pieces convenient for the pocket.
"They're here, sir," he exclaimed, slapping his breast.
"Well, we proceed thus: The bull's-eye must be cautiously lighted and darkened. We have then to steal noiselessly to abreast of the window on the left of the house and flash the lantern. This will be answered by the young lady striking a match at the window."
"Won't the scraping of the lucifer be heard?" inquired Caudel.
"No, Miss Bellassys writes to me that no one sleeps within several corridors of that room."
"Well, and then I think you said, sir," observed Caudel, "that the young lady'll slip out on to the balcony, and lower away a small length of line to which this here ladder," he said, giving his breast a thump57, "is to be bent58 on, she hauling of it up?"
"Quite right," said I; "you must help her to descend27 whilst I hold the ladder taut59 at the foot of it. No fear of the ropes breaking, I hope?"
"Lord love 'ee," he said heartily60, "it's brand new rattline-stuff, strong enough to hoist23 the mainmast out of a first-rate."
By this time we had gained the top of the Grande Rue. Before us stretched an open space dark with lines of trees; at long intervals61 the gleam of an oil lamp dotted that space of gloom; on our right lay the dusky mass of the rampart walls, the yawning gateway62 dully illuminated63 by the trembling flame of a lantern into a picture which carried the imagination back into heroic times, when elopements were exceedingly common, when gallant64 knights65 were to be met with galloping66 away with women of beauty and distinction clinging to them, when the midnight air was vocal67 with guitars, and nearly every other darkling lattice framed some sweet, pale, listening face.
"Which'll be the road, sir?" broke in Caudel's tempestuous68 voice.
I had explored the district that afternoon, had observed all that was necessary, and discovered that the safest, if not the shortest, way to the Rue de Maquétra where my sweetheart, Grace Bellassys, was at school, lay through the Haute Ville or Upper Town as the English called it. The streets were utterly69 deserted; not so much as a cat stirred. One motionless figure we passed, hard by the Cathedral—a policeman or gendarme—he might have been a statue; it was like pacing the streets of a town that had been sacked, in which nothing lived to deliver so much as a groan70; and the fancy was not a little improved by our emergence71 into what resembled a tract72 of country through a gateway similar to that by which we had entered, over which there faintly glimmered73 out to the sheen of a near lamp the figure of Our Lady of Boulogne erect74 in some carving75 of a boat.
"Foreigners is a queer lot," exclaimed Caudel. "I dunno as I should much relish76 living between them walls. How much farther off is it, sir?"
"About ten minutes," said I.
"A blooming walk, Mr. Barclay, sir, begging your pardon. Wouldn't it have been as well if you'd had ordered a fee-hacre to stand by ready to jump aboard of?"
"A fee what?" said I.
"What's the French for a cab, sir?"
"Oh, I see what you mean. No. It's all down-hill for the lady. A carriage makes a noise; then there is the cabman to be left behind to tell all that he knows."
Caudel grunted77 an assent78, and we strode onwards in silence. It was an autumn night, but the air was very soft, and the largest of the luminaries79 shone with the mellow80 glory of a summer that was yet rich and beautiful in its decay. From afar, in the direction of the Calais Road, came the dim rumbling81 noise of a heavy vehicle, like the sound of a diligence in full trot82; otherwise the dark and breezeless atmosphere was of an exquisite83 serenity—too placid84 indeed to please me; for though the yacht was to be easily towed out of Boulogne harbour, I had no fancy for finding myself becalmed close off the pier-heads when the dawn broke.
The Rue de Maquétra was—is, I may say; I presume it still exists—a long, narrow lane leading to a pretty valley. Something more than half-way up it, on the left-hand side, stands a tall convent wall, the shadow of which, dominated as the heights were by trees on such a motionless midnight as this, plunged85 the roadway into deepest gloom. The whole length of the lane, to the best of my remembrance, was illuminated by two, at the outside by three, lamps which revealed nothing but their own flames, and so bewildered instead of assisting the eye.
Directly opposite the convent wall stood the old château, darkened and thickened in front by a profusion86 of shrubbery, with a short length of wall, as I have already said, at both extremities87 of it. The grounds belonging to the house, as they rose with the hill, were divided from the lane by a thick hedge which terminated at a distance of some two hundred feet.
We came to a stand and listened, staring our hardest with all our eyes. The house was in blackness; the line of the roof ran in a clear sweep of ink against the stars, and not the faintest sound came from it or its grounds, save the delicate tinkling88 murmur89 of a fountain playing somewhere amongst the shrubbery in front.
"Behind the wall there," I answered, "yonder, where the great square door is. Hark! Did not that sound like the rattle91 of a chain?"
We listened; then said I:
"Let us make for the hole in the hedge. I have its bearings. It directly fronts the third angle of that convent wall."
We crept soundlessly past the house, treading the verdure that lay in dark streaks92 upon the glimmering ground of this little-frequented lane. The clock of the convent opposite struck half-past twelve.
"One bell, sir," said Caudel; "it's about time we tarned to, and no mistake. Lord, how I'm a-perspiring! Yet it ben't so hot neither. Which side of the house do the lady descend from?"
"From this side," I answered.
"Well clear of the dawg anyhow," said he, "and that's a good job."
"Here's the hole," I cried, with my voice shrill93 beyond recognition of my own hearing through the nervous excitement I laboured under.
The hole was a neglected gap in the hedge, a rent originally made probably by donkey-boys, several of whose cattle I had remarked that afternoon browsing94 along the ditch and bank-side. We squeezed through, and found ourselves in a sort of kitchen garden, as I might imagine from the aspect of the shadowy vegetation; it seemed to run clear to the very wall of the house on this side in dwarf95 bushes and low-ridged growths.
"There'll be a path I hope," growled Caudel. "What am I atreading on? Cabbages? They crackle worse nor gravel, Mr. Barclay."
"Clear yourself of the rope-ladder, and then I'll smother you in your big pea-coat whilst you light the lamp," said I. "Let us keep well in the shadow of the hedge. Who knows what eyes may be star-gazing yonder?"
The hedge flung a useful dye upon the blackness of the night; and our figures against it, even though they should have been viewed close to, must have been indistinguishable. With a seaman's alacrity96 Caudel slipped off his immense coat, and in a few moments had unwound the length of ladder from his body. He wore a coloured flannel97 shirt—I had dreaded98 to find him figuring in white calico! He dropped the ladder to the ground, and the iron hooks clanked as they fell together. I hissed99 a sea blessing100 at him through my teeth.
"Have you no wick in those tallow-candle fingers of yours? Hush! Stand motionless."
As I spoke101 the dog began to bark. That it was the dog belonging to the house I could not swear. The sound, nevertheless, proceeded from the direction of the yard in which my sweetheart had told me the dog was chained. The deep and melancholy102 note was like that of a bloodhound giving tongue. It was reverberated103 by the convent wall and seemed to penetrate104 to the farthest distance, awaking the very echoes of the sleeping river Liane, and it filled the breathless pause that had fallen upon us with a torment105 of inquietude and expectation. After a few minutes the creature ceased.
"He'll be a whopper, sir. Big as a pony106, sir, if his voice don't belie52 him," said Caudel, fetching a deep breath. "I was once bit by a dawg——" he was about to spin a yarn107.
"For heaven's sake! now bear a hand and get your bull's eye alight," I angrily whispered, at the same moment snatching up his coat and so holding it as to effectually screen his figure from the house.
Feeling over the coat he pulled out the little bull's-eye lamp and a box of matches, and catching108 with oceanic dexterity109 the flame of the lucifer in the hollow of his hands, he kindled110 the wick, and I immediately closed the lantern with its glass eclipsed. This done, I directed my eyes at the black smears111 of growths—for thus they showed—lying round about us, in search of a path; but apparently112 we were on the margin113 of some wide tract of vegetables, through which we should have to thrust to reach the stretch of sward that, according to the description in my pocket, lay immediately under the balcony from which my sweetheart was to descend.
"Pick up that ladder—by the hooks—see they don't clank—crouch low; make a bush of yourself as I do, and come along," said I.
Foot by foot we groped our way towards the tall, thin shadow of the house through the cabbages—to give the vegetation a name—and presently arrived at the edge of the sward; and now we had to wait until the clock struck one. Fortunately there were some bushes here, but none that rose higher than our girth, and this obliged us to maintain a posture114 of stooping which in a short time began to tell upon Caudel's rheumatic knees, as I knew by his snuffling and uneasy movements, though the heart of oak suffered in silence.
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n.[军事]间隔( interval的名词复数 );间隔时间;[数学]区间;(戏剧、电影或音乐会的)幕间休息 | |
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62 gateway | |
n.大门口,出入口,途径,方法 | |
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63 illuminated | |
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64 gallant | |
adj.英勇的,豪侠的;(向女人)献殷勤的 | |
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65 knights | |
骑士; (中古时代的)武士( knight的名词复数 ); 骑士; 爵士; (国际象棋中)马 | |
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66 galloping | |
adj. 飞驰的, 急性的 动词gallop的现在分词形式 | |
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67 vocal | |
adj.直言不讳的;嗓音的;n.[pl.]声乐节目 | |
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68 tempestuous | |
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69 utterly | |
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70 groan | |
vi./n.呻吟,抱怨;(发出)呻吟般的声音 | |
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71 emergence | |
n.浮现,显现,出现,(植物)突出体 | |
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72 tract | |
n.传单,小册子,大片(土地或森林) | |
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73 glimmered | |
v.发闪光,发微光( glimmer的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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74 erect | |
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75 carving | |
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76 relish | |
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77 grunted | |
(猪等)作呼噜声( grunt的过去式和过去分词 ); (指人)发出类似的哼声; 咕哝着说 | |
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78 assent | |
v.批准,认可;n.批准,认可 | |
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79 luminaries | |
n.杰出人物,名人(luminary的复数形式) | |
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80 mellow | |
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81 rumbling | |
n. 隆隆声, 辘辘声 adj. 隆隆响的 动词rumble的现在分词 | |
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82 trot | |
n.疾走,慢跑;n.老太婆;现成译本;(复数)trots:腹泻(与the 连用);v.小跑,快步走,赶紧 | |
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83 exquisite | |
adj.精美的;敏锐的;剧烈的,感觉强烈的 | |
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84 placid | |
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85 plunged | |
v.颠簸( plunge的过去式和过去分词 );暴跌;骤降;突降 | |
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86 profusion | |
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87 extremities | |
n.端点( extremity的名词复数 );尽头;手和足;极窘迫的境地 | |
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88 tinkling | |
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89 murmur | |
n.低语,低声的怨言;v.低语,低声而言 | |
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90 hoarse | |
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91 rattle | |
v.飞奔,碰响;激怒;n.碰撞声;拨浪鼓 | |
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92 streaks | |
n.(与周围有所不同的)条纹( streak的名词复数 );(通常指不好的)特征(倾向);(不断经历成功或失败的)一段时期v.快速移动( streak的第三人称单数 );使布满条纹 | |
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93 shrill | |
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94 browsing | |
v.吃草( browse的现在分词 );随意翻阅;(在商店里)随便看看;(在计算机上)浏览信息 | |
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95 dwarf | |
n.矮子,侏儒,矮小的动植物;vt.使…矮小 | |
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96 alacrity | |
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97 flannel | |
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98 dreaded | |
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99 hissed | |
发嘶嘶声( hiss的过去式和过去分词 ); 发嘘声表示反对 | |
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100 blessing | |
n.祈神赐福;祷告;祝福,祝愿 | |
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101 spoke | |
n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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102 melancholy | |
n.忧郁,愁思;adj.令人感伤(沮丧)的,忧郁的 | |
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103 reverberated | |
回响,回荡( reverberate的过去式和过去分词 ); 使反响,使回荡,使反射 | |
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104 penetrate | |
v.透(渗)入;刺入,刺穿;洞察,了解 | |
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105 torment | |
n.折磨;令人痛苦的东西(人);vt.折磨;纠缠 | |
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106 pony | |
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107 yarn | |
n.纱,纱线,纺线;奇闻漫谈,旅行轶事 | |
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108 catching | |
adj.易传染的,有魅力的,迷人的,接住 | |
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109 dexterity | |
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110 kindled | |
(使某物)燃烧,着火( kindle的过去式和过去分词 ); 激起(感情等); 发亮,放光 | |
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111 smears | |
污迹( smear的名词复数 ); 污斑; (显微镜的)涂片; 诽谤 | |
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112 apparently | |
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113 margin | |
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114 posture | |
n.姿势,姿态,心态,态度;v.作出某种姿势 | |
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